An Awkward Day

I find myself crying when I go for a walk out of frustration with people.  I don't ask for much.  Just stop walking all over me.  That seems to be a challenge.

The diva seems to be missing in action the last couple of days but there's a bigger mystery and a bigger complaint involved.  I kind of wanted to cringe when complaints were mentioned because I suspect I was being glared at.  Why do I want to look at someone who has bullied me?  It's like hey Regina, thanks for making me cry.

I give up.  When she was questioned about something she was doing it became a justification and a long explanation of what she was doing.  It's always an argument and with people like that, you walk away.  I don't think there's a danger of me touching anything she's involved with and the same with me.  

I found out from the Thinker that the Diva was mad that she didn't get reimbursed gas money for a trip she made.  It wasn't a big trip but I thought really?  I know it used to be when I had done it a few times for mileage but that was maybe 14 years ago.  I thought for one time?  Is it a big deal?  The thinker informed me of letter writing and I couldn't help but laugh.  I feel like the trouble maker because I don't want someone to snipe at me and talk down to me like I'm an idiot.  The diva wants people to pay her bus fare.  Good grief.

I feel like it doesn't pay to say anything because I feel like I'm going to be watched by Regina more.  I think her unpleasant personality and snippiness will show up with someone else who carries more importance some day.  

 

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